“Wake up, breakfast is cooking.”
Bacon in cast iron skillet,
sounds and smells, wafted through the tent.
“Coming”, the crackling bacon got me!
Not your ordinary, average date,
a country ramble,
a stile a gate,
and here's the pitch,
“We won't go far, or stay up late.”
Now he and she sitting silently,
beside the flickering fire,
innocently she believes, camping separately
within tent, is where they will retire.
But his fuse was lit
when first they met,
longingly he knows and yet,
that's not what's on his mind,
nor what he really meant,
hoping she'll yield in the field,
he's bent on camping with intent.
Once upon a time, it was a good day to be camping with the friends,
We stroll into the campgrounds, put the logs into the firepit,
Light the fire in the fire pit, get out our marshmallows,
We sit on the makeshift benches, we have the ingredients,
To make our Mountain Dew glow in the dark,
We exchange ghost stories as we roast our marshmallows,
We hold our soul mates hands, as we sip our sodas,
Some of our soul mates jump, startled by,
Mike’s ghost story as he performs with his body language,
the mysterious ghost of Darkwood cemetery,
our soul mates suddenly jumps,
a shooting star passes over as we gaze at the stars,
brightly shining, we wish upon the star,
as we gaze into each other’s eyes and wish upon the star,
that, we be soul mates forever,
Oh, yeah, it was a good day to be camping with the friends.
he brove a garrid oom
deemotted uve
and lookied goom
eek eek
he seddle as
his bladed morble
hoom
around the camp fire
all agogged
this tale hooed
awoy awoy
then fobble fo
such gory scary
tooed
he brove a garrid oom
his beast now dead
by morble blade
hay hay
to victory
and all aglad
they stayed
Whispered greetings as shadows scatter.
Dew dripping as light gently crawls down the trees.
Murmurs of friends old and new rising into the dawn.
My cup full of more than love, warmth, relief, coffee.
A slideshow of yesterday flits gently through my mind.
Hugging with my chest not my arms.
No masking required only me.
Vulnerability, nakedness, a round of applause.
Smiles in the eyes, no strangers.
Great outfit, I love your…, yours too.
See you on the dancefloor.
Tis a true story I have to tell ye
About a haunted house that so scared me.
We went camping in the mountains one day.
It was sometime in April or in May.
We hiked hard into the darkening wood
And found an old mansion that still stood.
We decided to camp inside that night.
Something happened that gave us a huge fright.
We sat on the porch in the waning light
hearing voices that our fears did excite.
We heard someone walking about the house,
But when we looked, t’were not even a mouse.
Later, something threw a log on the floor.
There was a chopping sound, we stood no more.
We ran up the mountain ‘way from that place.
That house was sure haunted, that was the case.
There are owls out here.
They are barn owls.
The ground is hard and rocky.
It is.
Sleeping is for my bed.
The ground is not a bed.
At home?
My mom makes pancakes in the morning.
I would never see her make them, I would sleep in too late.
I could look out my window.
My window that allows the moonlight in, but keeps bugs out. When I go camping?
We have fire.
We have tangled sleeping bags.
And...
We have firewood.
So more fire.
At home, I had a sleep schedule.
But tonight?
I need good luck.
I also need new socks, one has a hole.
I think there’s pretzels in that bag that casts a shadow outside... But tonight.
That shadow might be a bear.
But tonight.
We don’t have luck.
We have camping.
Nature is fantastic
Plus so much food
Add friends
And a bottle of vodka
To complete the moment.
Golden skin,
crispy and warm,
nestled on a stick,
a small ember of joy.
A dance above the flame,
sugar melting,
the sweet scent rising,
whispers of summer nights.
With a gentle pop,
the center flows,
a moment of bliss,
soft and sticky,
waiting to embrace the graham,
the chocolate,
the laughter of friends.
A toasted marshmallow,
simple pleasure,
a sweet memory,
captured in a bite.
Buzzing bees
pollen covered bee
flits from flower to flower
nature's matchmaker
Camping
frogs croaking in base
crickets chirping in tenor
camp with nature's band
Midnight swim
reflecting moonlight
lunar cool lake shadows dance
dappling your sweet face
Camping is gorgeous
Friends are found, grilled meat were burnt
Memories are made.
They came from hither and dither and wither and yon
To camp under the stars on plaid blankets, beasts and a fawn
One night of the year, sharing their hopes and dreams
Under stars who gave them optimistic star beams.
The lion and the lamb brought their best to the party.
The stew was vegetable, but it was salty and hearty.
Animals got along in the absolute most genuine way,
Creatures threw out their habits, the beasts and their prey.
people pull campers
some live on the edge with tents
camping should be fun
Your colour, Green
You are a Belter
Sunny side up
A helter-skelter
Of emotions
My soul recharged
From brighter skies
Bubble of joy
From the prickly lies
Of the world
Our hearts and minds
You fondly nourish
Circadian reset
Love with a flourish
Of colour
Intense in tents
Intent on intimate
Introspection
Delivering deliberate
Conversation
Above all
A high beauty yield
Back home to a
Beloved Boughton field
In August
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls our Hopes Daylight Islands Now Appear
Time prevails Night Is Gone Chased by Son in the Sky
Back Far Back, From A Place I Saw, Silver And Golden Islands I Have Known.
Mackinaw Son Bring Me Back; Bridge Motors people Dash Up, Let's Not Rush And Waist Our Chances. Pull Out Your Maps with The Sun Star LIght we'll Go
They'll Give Us a Hope that grows with the Morning light;
They'll help us to know and show where our Parents led.
Look how The Islands Glow, .... Mackinaw Michigan's The Place sure I know
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls Our Hopes daylight Islands now appear.
time Prevails night is Gone Chased by Son In the Sky
Back Far Back from A place I Saw
Silver And Golden Islands I have Known
Till We've Skippered And Anchored Safe Again At Home!
Camping Down By The Shore!
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